Ye Junhan stood to the side with his hands down, gazing at the messy, crisscrossing slashes on the tree trunk before looking back at the blade in Gu Xi's hand.
He was inwardly stunned.
Every slash Gu Xi made seemed light and casual, but the marks they left behind were all uniform: five meters wide, one meter deep. Even the arcs at either end were identical.
Of course, he was also capable of such precise control, but that was because this was *his* blade, one he had nurtured with his ability for ten years.
But Gu Xi was using *his* blade right now...
Just then, Gu Xi suddenly stopped and handed the blade back to him.
"?" Ye Junhan looked at her, confused.
Gu Xi said nothing, but her brow furrowed slightly.
It was Qi Xiang who spoke up, trusting her intuition. "Just now... did something run away?"
'Ran away?'
Hearing Qi Xiang, Shen Yue and Wei Heng were baffled.
'What ran away?'
They both looked at Gu Xi.
